Poor J woke up this morning with a fever and lots of tears. Not sure what was going on, exactly, but the generic equivalent of Tylenol meltaways took the fever down and he has spent the morning playing and watching episodes of Dora on Netflix. His poor day took a turn for the worse when he decided that he should hit the TV with his hands and various toys like blocks and bats, even after being warned that he'd lose the privilege of watching TV if he kept it up. He kept it up, and I turned the TV off. Long crying fits ensued, and then we had this conversation:
J (crawling on my lap): *unintelligible words through tears and sobs*
Me: "I'd love to hug you, but you can't wail loudly on my lap because it hurts my ears, okay?"
J: "O *sniffle* tay. I wanna watch DOOO-AAAAAH." and starts crying again.
Me: "I'm sure you do. Maybe you can try again after your nap."
J: "I said I sorry."
Me: "I know you did. And I forgive you. And if you can show me you can be a big boy and obey, we will put Dora on again after your nap."
J: "*mumble, mumble* hard a be a J"
Me (thinking I heard him wrong): "Wait. Did you just say it's hard to be J?"
J (scowling): "YES! It is harda be J! I wanna watch Do-Ah."
I had to hug him so he couldn't see me trying not to laugh. I would have hugged him anyway, because he's right. Sometimes it is hard to be three and to have a mom who won't let you do what you want. It just surprised me to hear him say it out loud,and the sheer cuteness made me want to giggle. (Those of you who know him know how cute he is when he gets mad.) And yes, I'm still making him wait until after nap to try again.